That evening, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I wanted to believe it was an isolated accident, something freakish and rare. But as a mother, the thought was terrifying. We trust the food we buy for our children to be safe — not to hide something that belongs in the desert, not a dessert.
Waiting for Answers
Within days, the company responded. They apologized, promised to investigate their manufacturing process, and even offered compensation. But honestly, that wasn’t what I wanted.
I didn’t care about free replacements or coupons. I wanted reassurance — that what happened wouldn’t happen to another child.
Their letter claimed such an occurrence was “extremely unusual” and “likely a contamination incident during raw material handling.” They were reviewing safety procedures at the plant.
Maybe that was true. Maybe it wasn’t. But in our home, things had changed.
A Lesson in Caution
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